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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Trove at Bioda Mor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last I saw of Sebastian Fudge<br>He was dancing the hempen jig, <br>To pay for the years of pirating<br>At the side of Captain Kidd.<br>While Kidd was swung at Tilbury, <br>Was dipped in a coat of tar, <br>Then hung in chains by the River Thames<br>As a sign to the faint of heart! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd sailed with Fudge on the Emerald, <br>In the days when men were bold, <br>And there wasn't a Frenchman privateer<br>That we couldn't divest of gold, <br>I thought of the Spanish throats we'd cut<br>And the nights of rum and hock, <br>As Fudge went tripping his final jig<br>At Execution Dock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That left just me and Jackie Straw, <br>Midshipman Bowes, and Penn, <br>The last of the Jolly Roger crew<br>Of the ships we'd sailed back then, <br>So we met at the back of Polly's place, <br>The One-Eyed Tar that night, <br>And drank to the soul of Fudge, and drank! <br>We drank to the broad daylight! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Polly had joined us there at dawn<br>The tears still on her face, <br>She'd been with Fudge, his faithful Moll, <br>As he swung with little grace: <br>'He scribbled a map for me, ' she said, <br>'I've kept it safely hid, <br>We could have collected the treasure trove<br>If he hadn't sailed with Kidd! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Belay that, let us see the map! '<br>Said Straw, his eyes ablaze, <br>And I caught a glimpse of his cutlass raised<br>In the raiding party days, <br>But 'Aye', said Penn, 'there's gold enough<br>And a chest of jewels each, <br>If we follow the trail of the castaways, <br>And the gold of Captain Teach! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You and your Caribbean gold, <br>I have no mind for that, <br>Rather a treasure close at hand, <br>It's marked on Fudge's map! '<br>Polly drew out a parchment then<br>A map of Scotland's shore, <br>The wreck of the Magdalena marked<br>By the cliffs at Bioda Mor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's there, in the Outer Hebrides, <br>An Island known as Dun, <br>The Galleon sailed beneath an arch, <br>An arch of solid stone! <br>The masts then brought it crashing down<br>It crippled the Magdalena, <br>They drifted on to Bioda Mor<br>With no-one there to save her! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We set our sails for the Hebrides<br>In a sloop, Jack Straw and Bowes, <br>And Polly, lodged in the cabin below<br>With a pile of women's clothes, <br>While Penn was up in the Crows Nest, <br>Skin tight with a quart of rum, <br>To keep the cold from his aging bones<br>On watch for the Isle of Dun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning saw the cliffs rear up<br>And scrape the greying sky, <br>I'd never seen cliffs as high as this, <br>'And nor, ' said Straw, 'have I! '<br>The waves swept in to a pebbled beach<br>From a swell of twenty feet, <br>'We'll never land in a longboat there, <br>That landing's out of reach! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Polly attached herself to Bowes<br>While Straw looked on in hate, <br>He's fancied his chance with Fudge's Moll<br>But she'd gone with Fudge's mate, <br>She told me once in a whisper there<br>That she didn't trust Jack Straw, <br>And Penn was a little too close to him, <br>She kept a gun in her drawer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I watched them all, I knew too well<br>What greed could do to a crew, <br>I'd seen with the best of shipboard mates<br>What a handful of gold could do, <br>So I kept myself to myself as we<br>Sailed round to the other shore, <br>And landed there on the leeward side, <br>Across from Bioda Mor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We trudged around by the coast, the cliffs<br>Were far too high to scale, <br>It took us the rest of the day, I saw<br>That Polly was looking pale, <br>She wanted to quit, and rest awhile, <br>But Straw kept pushing along, <br>And Bowes brought up in the rear, I knew<br>He was carrying Polly's gun! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind came up, the breakers crashed, <br>We kept close by the cliff, <br>The beach was a solid shingle there<br>With piles of kelp, and drift, <br>We came to the mouth of a hidden cave<br>And sought the quiet depths, <br>The sea swept in as the tide had turned<br>And it made us catch our breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inside the cave was a pile of gold<br>That covered the rocky floor, <br>And everywhere was the glint of gems, <br>Of diamonds, rubies, more...<br>I saw the glittering eyes of Straw<br>As he scooped the gold moidores, <br>'There's gold enough for everyone! '<br>'Not so! ' said Mr. Bowes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd pulled the gun, and covered us<br>As I knew he would, I guess, <br>And Polly stooped as she gathered up<br>The coins in her flowing dress, <br>'There's only two will be leaving here<br>Alive, ' she said, 'and free! '<br>'Who'll be the first to die, ' she said, <br>And Bowes had looked at me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took the cup and I threw the dice, <br>They fell to a handy deuce, <br>'That puts me behind a rock, and safe, '<br>I laughed: 'I've cooked your goose! '<br>Then Sandra's Mum marched in and said: <br>'Okay, you lot, it's time...'<br>For she was only eleven then, <br>And the rest of us were nine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We groaned, but packed the counters up, <br>Took one last look at the board, <br>'I would have snatched the gun, I think, '<br>Said Bill, who'd played Jack Straw.<br>'I would have shot you first, ' said Joe, <br>We shivered there in the cold, <br>And folded the board, regretfully, <br>Of the game called 'Spanish Gold! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6 August 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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He was dancing the hempen jig, 
To pay for the years of pirating
At the side of Captain Kidd.
While Kidd was swung at Tilbury, 
Was dipped in a coat of tar, 
Then hung in chains by the River Thames
As a sign to th..."></div>
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